Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.